Posted on Wed, 07/31/2013 – 3:31pm
Making The Climb
I (Julie Meyer) had a dream and it was as if I was ‘within’ Ps 24 walking up the mountain of the Lord.
Who may ascend into the hill of the Lord? Or who may stand in His Holy place? He who has clean hands and a pure heart.
I had to set my heart for the journey. It was a steep and narrow path though it was a path well-trodden and I pondered the patriarchs of old who had walked this same path.
In the dream I was carrying baggage with me, I realized I would never make it to the top of the mountain carrying it so I took it off and laid it aside.
There were many people on this path walking alongside me however I noticed that several on this same trek up the Mountain didn’t want to remove their baggage. The higher they began to climb, the heavier the baggage became; still they held on tight not wanting to set any of it down not even the smallest of bags. They became so pre-occupied with what they were carrying, they were unable to ascend. So, tightly clinging onto their baggage they simply stopped, turned around and started walking back down the mountain.
There was Only One Path to the top. I began to notice whispers and grumbling because the mountain was real, the path was narrow and it was steep. It required endurance and diligence to stay steady and to stay focused on the small narrow path.
I came upon an elderly man with a long wooden rod in his right hand. He had a long, white beard and long, wild, white hair that fell down over his shoulders. His face was set looking onward and upward. He was not looking to the left or the right. He was not turning around or even grumbling about the steepness of the path. He was not carrying any baggage, he was walking in one direction with a face that was set on arriving at the peak and nothing less. He looked as if he knew where he was going and how to get there, so I found my stride right with his. He had authority upon him yet a deep humble spirit.
Out of the corner of my eye, I began to see people looking for shortcuts or different possibly easier ways to reach the top. The elderly man would say to each one, “There are no shortcuts and there are no other paths. There is only one way, and it is this path. If you stay on it, it will lead you straight to the top and to make the climb, you have to lay down all your baggage.”
As he spoke, his words penetrated the very core of my heart, and I kept telling myself, “Stay on the path, lay down all the baggage and there are no shortcuts. Just keep walking, stay steady”
I happened to look up just in time to see a road sign: The Pathway of Humility. At that exact moment it was as if I was transported back in time and I realized the man in front of me was Moses—In an instant my eyes were open to see humility, diligence, steadiness and zeal. He continued up the mountain saying over and over, “There are no short cuts and there are no other paths. There is only one way and it is this path. If you stay on it, it will lead you straight to the top. It will also change you from the inside out. This journey will do a work of humility within. If you stay steady in the midst of the steep climb, it will produce diligence and endurance for your next season.
There Are No Shortcuts
Finally, as we ascended to the very top of the magnificent mountain. Very few men and women actually endured for the whole climb. But those who laid it all down were standing at the very top and crying out Psalm 24:7, “Lift up your heads, O you gates! And be lifted up, you everlasting doors! And the King of glory shall come in.”I realized that I was standing in a place of great authority. This is the place where we have the authority to cry out, “Lift up your heads, O you gates!”
Many people get this invitation, but few make the whole journey. For many start the climb yet want to keep their baggage and are unable to continue up the mountain. Some people wandered off the trodden path for other adventures that looked better to the eyes but was worthless to the soul.
I saw clearly there are no shortcuts to the top of this mountain. It is easier to stay on the path. It is easier to keep walking. This Mountain, this climb is an invitation of the Lord to climb His Holy Mountain with clean hands and a pure heart and all the while embracing humility which produces great authority. Though some people start with baggage, or offenses or unforgiveness – we all have the opportunity to lay it down. In order to continue upward you have to lay everything down otherwise it is impossible to make the climb for the weight of these will the climb too burdensome.
The pathway called Humility is a steep climb but it produces an inward life, a steadiness that you can only get if you stay on the path. No pain, no gain, but this trek is a place of great gain, living from the inside out….
And if you can make it to the very peak, its a place of new authority. Where those who laid it all down and just did the journey, they began to proclaim in authority Psalm 24:7, “Lift up your heads, O you gates! And be lifted up, you everlasting doors! And the King of glory shall come in.”
Where are you in this climb? Is the path too steep and hard because you need to lay down some baggage? Do you find yourself looking for easier paths, easier ways to reach the peak? Maybe you have become distracted with the pleasures of this age, they might have caught your eye…
For we are all invited. We all receive the invitation to lay down our baggage, to stay on the path. We all get to be a part of this great climb up the Mountain Of The Lord.
This is the season to lay it all down and to stay on the path, lay down offenses, lay down unforgiveness, lay it all down and stay steady for the journey. You can do it…
The Patriarchs of old walked this path. Jesus walked this path. Paul walked this path.Will you?
Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us.
Julie Meyer, a friend of mine posted this on her Facebook page. Julie is a musician, dreamer, author,mom, and much more. She has had numerous dreams that have accurately come to pass. She has been involved with ministering through music and intercession. Julie and her family have been an integral part of the founding and continuation of the International House of Prayer in Kansas City.
I respect her very much. Please read what she has to say;
My last 30 years in the prayer roomThe year was 1983. I was 23 years old and attending Mike Bickle’s church called South Kansas City Fellowship. There were a core of us that attended the daily Prayer meetings back then. We met 3 times a day. At 6am, noon and 7pm – 10 every night. I also worked as a teller at a Bank in Overland Park, Kansas. So everyday what I would go to the 6am, head to work, run back over to the noon prayer meeting during my lunch break, then go back to work…then head home, quick change of clothes and head up to the 7-10pm prayer meeting. This was my life and I loved it.
At the time I could not even think of doing anything else. I remember being there the day Bob Jones came up and said, ‘24/7 House Of Prayer’. The singing will never stop round the clock. God is releasing the song birds’ At that time I could not imagine doing anything else. A small group of us would talk about this over coffee frequently. ‘What would this look like? How could this be? 24/7 worship? Will I get to do this full-time? Will this be my job?”
I think it is an awesome thing to watch the spoken prophetic Word of God become a reality. That is exactly what I have watched these past 11 years. I literally saw the Prophetic Word become a reality of which I am actively involved in. I have watched my children grow up in the House Of Prayer. I have watched their hearts awakened to His Love at young ages. I have watched them become excellent in the Word of God and also excellent in their skill as prophetic musicians. Now I am watching for the 2nd half of the prophetic word to become a reality. For I remember the day Bob Jones stood up and said ‘Out of this 24/7 House of Prayer will come the day when ‘No disease known to man will stand’. We are so close to this. I can feel it. I can see it in the distance but it is getting closer and closer. I tell myself, ‘I am so blessed that I get to do what I do. I get to praise my Bridegroom. I get to sing to my Father and experience the touch of the Holy Spirit. This is my calling. This is my heart and this is my Glory to awaken the dawn with my song. To sing, to praise, to prophesy that which is on the Lord’s heart. I have literally seen the first part of this Word come to pass and the ‘No disease known to man will stand’ is coming quickly’. Oh the Glory of the day when wheel chairs are lined at the front of the stage because the lame are now leaping. It is coming……It is coming! God is stirring the hearts of His Levites all over the world, from nation to nation. He loves it when the fragrance of intercession and praise arises. I had a dream about this very thing that I am reminded of as God is setting His watchmen on the wall to cry out day and night, to never keep silent and give Him no rest….
I Am Undone (Dream from my ‘Supernatural Dreams and Encounters’ Book) We move Heaven when God stirs our heart to pray day and night (Isaiah 62). When we entwine ourselves with His purposes and are faithful to the invitation to intercede, He acts on behalf of those who wait for Him. This dream is a picture about how faithfulness, especially in intercession, moves God’s heart (Psalm 132:3–5). I had a dream. An angel took me into the room of a man who was deep in sleep. We stood together at the foot of his bed so the angel could show me how this faithful person spent even his unconscious hours. I could hear the man praying while he was asleep. Every time he would roll over in his bed, he would say, “Abba, here I am. Here I am, Abba. I love You, Abba.” I looked up through the ceiling and saw a vast angelic army. Together the angels seemed like an ocean of brilliant, radiant light. It appeared that they were pulsing and trembling, just waiting to break in. They were waiting to be released by the call of the angel who had led me into the room. He was in great anguish because he earnestly desired to give the call they were all expecting, but he only said one sentence: “It is not quite time yet.” I kept looking at the heavenly hosts. I could see ladders. I could see lamps. I could feel the anticipation and how strongly they wanted to break in. The angelic multitude was getting ready to burst in, not with a simple entrance, but with a flood of divine activity. Only this single angel held back the imminent breakthrough. But it was not quite time for him to release them. There was something yet to be completed before the breakthrough could happen, though I was not shown what it was. I noticed the Lord standing at the head of the man’s bed. I was able to feel His gaze of tender kindness and hear His gentle whisper over the man. He said, “So many people said they would do it, and they never did, but you really did it. You really did it.” The Lord’s affirming voice, affection and kindness to the man were due to the man’s faithfulness in continual night and day prayer, even in the mundane things of life. This man did not seek fame and fortune; he stayed steady, lovesick for God and unoffended day by day. A tear came from the corner of the Lord’s eye; He was deeply moved by this man’s faithfulness. The tear fell in slow motion and broke into a hundred tiny splashes on the man’s pillow. It was beautiful to watch. This display of passion was a side of the Lord I had not seen before. From my vantage point, I noticed that the man’s room was as bright as day even in the darkness, because the hosts of Heaven were so close to breaking through. The Lord looked at me and said, “We have heard many pray, ‘Take us up.’ Instead, tell the faithful ones, ‘Heaven is coming down. Heaven is breaking in.’” The Lord added, “And tell them, I am undone.”